AN: Hey guys so this idea kinda popped into my head and just wouldn't leave me alone so I wrote it out. I don't think it's my best writing but I think that I could definitely flow with this story. However, if its not good? No harm, no foul. I'll take it down and we can forget that this ever happened. Sound good? Good.

Enjoy!

CHAPTER 1

Emma laughs as she pulls her shirt on. "And you said you needed to go to that meeting."

"Shit," Tim swears. He was supposed to be meeting with a neighboring gang from Brumly to organize a rumble. That would teach them to keep off his turf, those stupid sonuvabitches. But then Emma showed up and...well, let's just say she got a little frisky and Tim has always had a hard time saying no to her. He's probably totally missed it now. The Brumly leader's given up on him and gone home, which isn't good because they've probably taken Tim for a coward now and plan to invade his territory even more. But Tim can fix that. "Damn you,"he tells her.

Still giggling, Emma grabs her keys off the table where she had flung them and struts out. "Thanks for the good time, Shepherd.

Tim scowls to himself. She makes him miss this very important goddamn meeting, then had the audacity to tease him about it?

Hell no.

Then again, Tim guesses that the fact that their personalities are so similar is what got them this far. It's crazy. Can you imagine Tim Shepherd in a real relationship?

Neither can he. But somehow, it works.

As soon as Emma's in the hallway, Angela shows up in Tim's doorway, and Tim's eyes widen. She wasn't supposed to be home 'til later. Throwing Tim a shirt, she smirks, glancing at his tell-tale messy black hair. "So this is where you keep disappearing to. Who'd have thought you'd be one to fuck a Curtis?" Tim swears. Angela wasn't supposed to find out. No one's supposed to find out. The only people who know are Tim, Emma, and Tim's gang (though Emma has a feeling Pony's getting suspicious that she's up to something or other). Well, and Angela, too, now.

"Don't you be gettin' mouthy. It ain't cute. And don't you dare tell the Curtis gang," he threatens, "not a single one of them. Or, so help me god, you'll be grounded so quick it'll make your head spin. And just for the record, this is about more than just fucking, okay? I like her. A lot."

Angela just grins. "And that's why you kept it a secret? Sneaking around?"

"Curly knew."

Angela rolls her eyes. "Anyways, it's too late on that whole 'no tellin' thing," she shrugs, and takes off down the hallway out the door.

Cursing to himself, Tim tugs on his shirt and bolts into the hallway, only to find Emma fixing her appearance in the mirror by the door. Soda would know what she'd been doing the second she walked through her front door if she didn't. Thank god his mom and step-dad are hardly ever home these days. He'd have been caught in a minute.

Emma Curtis is the sister of Darry, Soda, and Ponyboy Curtis. She's a greaser through and through (and a fucking tease, too, if you asked Tim). Her makeup is heavy, her dresses and skirts are short, and her shirts are tight. Tim's not complainin'. She, like mosta the other girls on this side of town, has blonde hair, but hers is straight and natural and a little bit darker, like Sodapop's. She also has green eyes, like Pony. When you looked at her with Tim-his hair black and curly and his eyes dark blue and smoldering-they looked nearly opposites.

Then again, they say opposites attract.

Emma and Tim's relationship is a secret because if the Curtis boys find out they would throw a fit and Tim'd be lying of he said he isn't at least a little scared of them angry, so he and Emma were very careful not to leave any hints for them to find.

"Don't bother," Tim sighs, and Emma stops fixing herself to look at him, confused. "Angela ratted us out," be explains, and Emma cusses Angela out under her breath.

"Oh god," she says aloud. "Do my brothers already know? Oh god, oh god, oh god. Oh my god, Tim, I'm dead. I'm so, so, so dead."

Tim grins his wild grin at her, his hard, mean face always making it seem reckless. "Yes you are. And so am I, so I guess I'll see you in hell."

Emma glares at him. "You don't even understand how big of a deal this is," she accuses. "They'll kill us both."

Tim shrugs. Wouldn't be the first time someone's tried to out him. "I know."

"Then stop being so damn calm!" Emma nearly screams.

Tim shrugs. "We'll face them together," he offers, reaching for her hand and grinning, this grin a little less hard and a little less bitter than the one most people associate with Tim. Emma rolls her eyes and smiles at him.

"You're going soft on me, Shepherd," she accuses fondly.

Tim just shrugs again and whispers, "Only for you."

Emma shoots him another grin and leads him by the hand out the door onto the street. "D'you know who Angela told?" she asks him. "Maybe we got some time."

Tim narrows his eyes, looking straight ahead, and Emma follows his gaze to see the youngest Shepherd heading her way. "Ask her for yourself," he growls, "the goddamned traitor."

Emma turns to face forward. She's never hated Angela, but they weren't really friends either. Before she was just Darry's kid sister (she's older than Sodapop and Ponyboy) but Emma assumes that now she's the girl that fucks her oldest brother. And she's not exactly sure which is better.

Angela saunters up, grinning from ear to ear. "Have fun," she calls, too sweetly to be considered innocent.

"Please, just, who'd you tell?" Emma all but begs. Her life may very well hang in the balance here.

As she's walking away, Angela calls over her shoulder, "Just Two-Bit."

Emma and Tim both groan. Besides her actual brothers, Two-Bit's the absolute worst person Angela could have told. He's got a mouth that goes a mile a minute and a mind that doesn't know the meaning of the word "secret".

"I will kill that stupid son of a bitch," Tim mutters darkly.

The two walk in amiable silence for a while, their hands swinging lazily between them. They looked like your typical greaser couple to anyone looking from the outside except for one thing-they hardly ever fought unless it was over what to watch on T.V. or where to go for dinner. There's nothing else to fight about. They're just too alike.

Finally, they arrive outside the Curtis house, and Emma's grip on Tim's hand tightens. Tim just leans down to whisper in her ear, "Hey, it's not over. We'll fight for us."

Emma nods. "I know." And she does know. There's nothing in the world Tim hates more than surrendering to anyone-he has a reputation, after all. Well, maybe he hated the Socs more, but that's about it.

They assume it evens out-all the hatred, that is. Because besides the Socs and anything that tries to mess with his reputation, Tim doesn't really hate anything. Oh, sure, things annoyed the hell out of him, but he doesn't really feel hate towards them. He doesn't really feel anything towards them. Too much hard living does that to you. You get hard, you get cold, you get numb. He just doesn't feel. Hasn't in a long time. Tim thinks he just up and forgot how to.

But maybe that's why it works with Emma. He doesn't think he feels love (love? What's love?), because he's just too broken to feel love. Too numb. But...he feels something. It's the same feeling he gets protecting Curly or Angela from their parents or some Socs. Protectiveness, maybe. But then there's something more, because while his little siblings annoy him to death and sometimes he just wanted to knock their heads together and lock them up in some goddamned closet, he can't get enough of Emma. He likes her. He likes when she's with him. He likes it that she's always there.

He really, really likes her.

Tim breaks out of his thoughts and grins down at her. "See you in hell?"

Emma exhales. "See you in hell," she agrees, a smile tugging at her lips.

And together, they walk into the Curtis residence.

AN: Weeeellllllll? Whatcha think? Should I continue?

I'm only gonna continue if I people tell me they want me to, so if you want to know what happens next, drop me a review to let me know!

-kitkatie